Take a hike -- it’s such a short walk
from “Hello, and welcome to” to
a stern “See you later;” it’s already
later, and I’m seeing nothing of you.
Riding around on a bicycle in near-
death New York: A hundred oranges,
a hundred ice buckles, a hundred
Hasidic minivans trying to kill me.
Did you know that some men are married
to airplanes? Captain Coffee-and-a-Cigarette
bought expensive wine for the wedding,
long after he’d quit smoking.
Here in the future, leaves are turning,
and I’m watching my ponytail
wagging in front of a summertime fan.
Receipts are rustling on my parquet floor.